March 7 1868
It was only a matter of time until the destruction of his division, and that of his death. So far, luck has been on Adam’s side. He managed to avoid the bulk of the enemy’s main army, and continues to make grounds in their retreat south. After long deliberation, he finally chose Dalnorossia as his destination. It wasn’t much of a choice really. He could’ve pushed his division west in a (suicidal) attempt to regroup with the homeland. It was too risky as a gamble, and in doing so they would be rushing head first into the jaws (the main group) of the enemy. Surrender is definitely not an option as well. More than enough rumours and myths circulate around the men that discourage this idea. The prospect of being a PoW under Muscovy is…. less than desirable. Of course, that’s not to say their problems will be solved once they enter Dalnorossia, or if they can even enter it at all. In Adam’s current situation, however, whether or not they can enter was the least of his concerns. That problem lies in the future, where as the present offers enough challenges already.
May 11 1868
By now, Adam thought he was used to everything thrown to him on the battlefield, whether it be horses, shells or soldiers. He was wrong. It was one thing to face conscripts. Even if they received little to no training, they were still considered soldiers. The last month saw a number of skirmishes with Muscovy forces, except they weren’t soldiers. A number of them were peasants bearing weapons, nothing like the professional Muscovy Army he was expecting. He had heard that the Muscovy Tsar had no honour, but to throw its civilians on the battlefield like that… It didn’t matter for Adam and his division. Although it will probably add on to the guilt he will feel after the war is over, they must do all they can to breakthrough the Muscovy encirclement. They must escape, even if it meant shooting at civilians who stumbled their way onto the battlefield.
August 2 1868
It was the middle of the night, but Adam’s pallet was empty. He was wide-awake along several other soldiers, planning the next step they’ll take. Against all odds, they have made it to the Dalnorossian border. The Dalnorossians were well aware of their presence, but haven’t made any moves as to whether or not they’ll let them in. All the men in the division were ready to turn back and take as many muscovites as they could down to the grave with them if this kept up. They couldn’t risk getting mother Poland into a war with Dalnorossia.
Just before the sun set today, however, they received a message from the Dalrossian border. The runner was a small boy who no doubt was given a small sum of money and whom had no clue what he was doing. The message itself was fairly short and concise.
“Enter Dalnorossia in the morning as refugees of war. You will be attended to then.”
The only thing of interest about this message was the mark of the imperial seal and a scribbled signature at the end of the message. As a result, Adam and his comrades must forego sleep and decide whether to believe the message or not.
“Can we trust this letter? How do we know this isn’t some scheme by the Muscovites to get us to surrender?”
“The Dalnorossians and the Muscovites are a similar lot. Can’t trust either of them!”
All the soldiers shared the same opinion except Adam, who believed in the authenticity of the letter. He saw the signature before, but this wasn’t enough to convince the other men. It was one thing to follow Adam on the battlefield, another to follow him in laying down arms. In the end, although Adam managed to convince more men to join him in accepting the letter’s advice, a schism existed between the soldiers. As the morning sun rose, the division was split into two. Those who remained and chose to engage the Muscovites for the last time branded the men who followed Adam’s advice to go to the Dalnorossian border as cowards and fools. Surprisingly, Adam wasn’t among those men. He chose to stay behind.